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I'm fallin' up flights of
myself from the sidewalk
Jumpin' rivers to bridges
in pure air

Hip hop is lyin' on the of the road
dead to itself
Blood scrawled its mangled flesh like jazz
into an over sized record bag

Tuba lips beyond recognition
Diamond-studded teeth strewn like rice at Karma's
The ring bearer bore bad
Minister of Information the wrong proclamation

An' now everyone's the wrong song
chords find necks like nooses
That nigga kicked the chair under my feet
Harlem shakin' from a rope but still on

Damn, that loop is
That nigga found a way to the way the truth the light
Can't wait to play myself at the tonight
Niggas are die

Cop car swerves to the side of the
Hip hop takes its last
The cop scrawls vernacular manslaughter on a pad
Then balls the into his hand decidin' he'd rather freestyle

"You the right to remain silent"
"You have the right to silent"
An' maybe you should have, maybe you should
Before your manifested

These thugs can't fuck with me, they're too out
think I'm bugged out 'cause I ain't Sean John or Lugged out
This hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that
This ain't no more, black, it's bigger than black

So where my at? Girl, we all illegal
This system ain't for us, it's for people
An' you ain't rich, dawg, you just got
But you can't buy to not get hungry

to Hip Hop
Dear Hip Hop,
This has gone too far, stop
Please see turntables an' mixer are returned to Kool Herc, stop

The ghettos are off beat, stop
The master of ceremonies forgotten
That they were once and have neglected
The occasion of this ceremony,

we should not have encouraged them
To use microphones
For they have walked too far from the
An' are a lesser frequency, stop

Please inform all interested
That cash nor murder have included to list of elements, stop
We are discontinuin' our of braggadocio
In light of the trend in 'Realness', stop

As an alternative, we will be weed supplies
An' replacin' them magic mushrooms
In hopes of helpin' niggas see beyond their reality,
Give my to Brooklyn

These thugs can't fuck me, they're too thugged out
Niggas I'm bugged out 'cause I ain't Sean John or Lugged out
This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's than that
This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than

So where my at? Girl, we all illegal
This system ain't for us, for rich people
An' you ain't rich, dawg, you got money
But you buy shit to not get hungry

These cats can't fuck with me, I purr
Sold, increased, toe shell like a
I walk the streets the lie that I'm tellin'
One listener grips me and yellin'

I see through speakers, I what's seen
I eat and shed, I and dream
I walk the streets of London like, "'Know I mean?"
An' chillin' a momma, eatin' crib soy beans

like that